The Alpha King Marked Me. I Still Haven't Told Him I'm A Girl Novel - Chapter 85

Falling for the Fire-Hearted Billionaire 85 Summary The narrator is stunned to see a woman who looks remarkably like Valerian, their mate they believed to be dead. She wears a radiant coronet and a striking crimson dress, but her demeanor is distant and poised, and she is accompanied by a powerful man, King Lucien Draemont. The narrator's shock deepens as they realize this woman, now known as Queen Lyra, is alive but bound to another man.

Prince Cyrus introduces the group, revealing the complicated relationships: King Rafael Draemir and Queen Astrea Draemir, alongside King Lucien and Queen Lyra Draemont. The narrator is struck by Lyra's cold, empty gaze, which lacks the passion she once held for them. Despite the tension, the narrator respectfully kisses her hand, feeling a surge of longing that she does not reciprocate. The atmosphere grows tense as the narrator's grandmother confronts the king, revealing a painful history marked by scars and past captivity.

The king's icy demeanor and the protective stance of Queen Lyra suggest a deep and dangerous conflict. It becomes clear that King Lucien Draemont is a feared and monstrous figure, responsible for the grandmother's wounds and a source of dark power and menace. In the final moments, the narrator recognizes Lucien as their grandfather, a terrifying revelation that ties together the complex and painful history of their family. The chapter ends with this chilling realization, setting the stage for further conflict and emotional turmoil.

Continue Regular Chapter Reading Below Chapter 85: Eighty Five Impossible. That's the word pounding in my mind. Yet, even so, I would recognize her anywhere-just as vividly as I recall the electric shock of our very first kiss. The memory is etched into me, sharp and unyielding. My eyes are drawn to the coronet resting atop her head. It shines brilliantly in the dimly lit room, a gold more radiant than even my own crown, mirroring the one perched on the monstrous figure beside her. Slowly, my gaze drifts downward.

There's a halo of hair, unusually bright gold with streaks of summer red catching the light. Lower still, I take in the shape of her nose-once delicate and perhaps even endearing, but now refined, strong, almost arrogantly noble. Then my eyes settle on her lips, full and curved into a subtle, knowing smirk. "Is that..." Astrea breathes out, her voice trembling with disbelief. "Valerian?" She spins toward me, eyes wide. "She's alive? But... she's a woman?" I'm frozen. My body refuses to move, my lungs constrict as if the air itself has thickened.